What a great plot. What an unnerving take on a very old concept. What an uncomfortable, thought provoking idea in this age of medical miracles.
This movie had a lot going for it. So, why did it feel so tepid to me? Why did it feel so lackluster and unfinished? When the credits rolled, I was actually shocked. Why, I thought the story was just getting going. That's it? We're done?
My main problem was with the character of the mother. At no time did I feel like we were following the story of a woman near mad with grief. At no time did I feel like we were watching a mother coming to grips with the horrifying joy of seeing her dead daughter alive again.
In spite of the heaviness of the topic, the movie started to feel light at times, like a buddy movie with a dead kid as a subplot. I dunno. It feels like this one should have been knocked out of the park, but in all the places it should have hit, it missed. All the punches were pulled and in the end I found myself yawning instead of screaming.
The movie was acted well, for the most part, and I'll say this because nobody else has - the finest performance by far was by the little dead/undead girl who had almost no lines at all. For the life of me, I don't understand how you can get a six year old girl to play a role so convincingly. All through the Mary Shellyesque ordeal, the girl seemed just the right level of dazed, disoriented and, let's face it, half dead.
The girl's performance was magnificent. You found yourself cheering for her even as you desperately wanted to recoil from her in horror.
The others? The two big stars? They were just like the rest of this flaccid offering: meh.
This movie had a lot going for it. So, why did it feel so tepid to me? Why did it feel so lackluster and unfinished? When the credits rolled, I was actually shocked. Why, I thought the story was just getting going. That's it? We're done?
My main problem was with the character of the mother. At no time did I feel like we were following the story of a woman near mad with grief. At no time did I feel like we were watching a mother coming to grips with the horrifying joy of seeing her dead daughter alive again.
In spite of the heaviness of the topic, the movie started to feel light at times, like a buddy movie with a dead kid as a subplot. I dunno. It feels like this one should have been knocked out of the park, but in all the places it should have hit, it missed. All the punches were pulled and in the end I found myself yawning instead of screaming.
The movie was acted well, for the most part, and I'll say this because nobody else has - the finest performance by far was by the little dead/undead girl who had almost no lines at all. For the life of me, I don't understand how you can get a six year old girl to play a role so convincingly. All through the Mary Shellyesque ordeal, the girl seemed just the right level of dazed, disoriented and, let's face it, half dead.
The girl's performance was magnificent. You found yourself cheering for her even as you desperately wanted to recoil from her in horror.
The others? The two big stars? They were just like the rest of this flaccid offering: meh.
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